At The End of My Rope

Brown bodies in bloody boxes
Burn for enlightenment.
The Phoenix cries for Kanye,
The children cry for daddies
Robbed of them by cowards in critical condition.
There are chains on the ankles of the
Procreation of miseducation and almighty God.
Their wings were sold on sale,
Targets drawn on them in permanent marker.
The innocence of the young and curious takes another existence
And Geppettos plead sentient in the shoes of their off-beat ancestors.

Understanding Morphogenetic Connectedness Now

We are all made of continuous pockets of energy that tend to exist: this is our quantum reality, which includes earth entities, other-worldly beings, our universe. Our entire plane of existence is a holograph transmitted from the highest plane of existence. This also means that our mind is a holograph of the highest plane of existence, which transmits our senses into our energy bodies. Our existence is an exact reflection of the highest consciousness.

We are all whole. There are no parts, because parts do not exist without the whole. Because we are one existence existing in the same quantum reality, what one “part” does in this reality affects all aspects of it, PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE- time is also interconnected. So on a smaller level, what one being in a species does, no matter where in the interconnected space and time, this affects the growth and behavior of the entire species. This is a superluminal connection, faster than the speed of light, because there is no separation of all space and all time, and it is called Mophogenetic Connectedness.

Conclusion: As long as one “entity” has the tendency to continuously raise it’s consciousness and improve it’s behaviors, the whole quantum reality is called to do the same.

Any thoughts?


  • Inspired by Hands of Light by Barbara Brennan.
  • Sarfatti, Jack, Psychoenergetic Systems.
  • Watson, Lyall, Lifetide: The Biology of Consciousness.
  • Bell’s Theorem.
  • Sheldrake, Rupert, A New Science of Life.
  • Quanta
  • Dr. David Bohm

In Praise of All

As my body melts away,

I am left only with

The faint sound

Of a heartbeat,

The only expression

Of human emotion in this

Godly state.

My self-expression

Lies in the collective

Golden energy of

All entities,

Earthly and outer-worldly.


I am allowed as much as

I am able to comprehend,

And with each ascension

I am to sacrifice another

Something or some-body

I once held close.

I am on a journey

To the end of existence.

With love as my guide and my master,

I learn that I have been and will

Always be perfection.

I give my tears, my fears and my

Gratituity for all that is within me

To the most high,

I and I.


Staring Out The Window

Summer heat in my stare,

Staining my panties with possession.

Who can I call to

Keep me company?

Last summer’s lover.

Breeding & hoarding

Memories to

Comfort my winter.

Like a blanket on rainy days,

And I giggle when I think

Of the look on his face.

He needed me too.

Marking my spot is my gift

To humanity.

Pleasure as a profession…

Looking for a professor,

And a profession.

I’m looking for another side

To the story,

But I hold my pride in my own arms again.


Instagtam: Kitara